Page 20 of Hot Water

The salty taste of the ocean clings to my lips as I pull another stroke through the blue-green waves, the rhythmic pull of the current soothing my mind. Beside me, Sullivan matches my pace, his laughs blending with the sound of the surf crashing in the distance.

"Race you to the buoy, Sinclair?" Sullivan challenges like the overgrown toddler he is.

Before I can answer, my attention is drawn toward the shore. Amelia stands there, a small figure waving her arms vigorously. The sunlight catches her chestnut hair, making it seem like it glows.

"Hold that thought," I say, already turning toward the beach. "Amelia wants something."

“Be careful swimming back,” my brother calls behind me. “You never know when another rogue wave will come in.”

I flip him off again before swimming back with long, steady strokes, the cool water slipping across my skin, each movement bringing me closer to her.

As I near the shallows, I find my footing and wade the last few steps through the soft sand. Her figure sharpens in focus, her expression a mix of amusement and impatience.

"Hey," I greet her, shaking the excess water from my hair like a dog. Amelia laughs, reaching toward me with a towel.

"Here, dry off a bit. My dad wants to talk to you."

I take the towel with a nod, wiping the water from my hands and arms first. The soft cotton is a welcome comfort after the chill of the ocean.

"Your dad, huh? Should I be scared?" I ask with a wry grin. Amelia rolls her eyes but smiles.

"He’s just being his usual overprotective self," she tells me before hissing into the phone, “Dad, be nice.”

Amelia hands me her phone, the bright screen shining in the midday sun. I hesitate for a moment, wiping one last drop of water from my brow before taking the device.

Talking to her father feels like walking into an unexpected riptide. I lift the phone to my ear. “Hello, Mr. Reynolds. Sinclair Midnight here."

There's a brief pause on the other end before his pissed-off voice comes through. "Sinclair," he growls. "Why the fuck am I only just now hearing about you when you've been running around that island with my little girl all week?"

I ignore the hate reverberating through the line and calmly answer him. “Well, Mr. Reynolds, I’ve been falling in love with Amelia and doing everything in my power to make sure she feels the same way."

My words seem to take the wind out of his sails. There’s a lengthy pause and I’m starting to wonder if the call dropped when he mutters. “Since my wife and daughter both insist I give you a chance, I’m willing to wait and see how things go.” That wasn’t so hard. I'm prematurely congratulating myself when he adds, “You’re on probation until I’m satisfied you won’t hurt Amelia. If you do anything to make her sad, I’ll rip out your spine and beat you to death with it.”

Ouch. Protesting right now won’t do jack shit, so I don’t even waste my breath. “I understand.” I’ll just have to do everything in my power to prove to him how much Amelia means to me.

The call ends abruptly, and I hand the phone back to Amelia. "Everything okay?" she asks, tilting her head slightly.

"Couldn’t be better," I reply, pulling her curvy body against mine before covering her lips with mine. “Now, why don’t we enjoy the rest of the day with my dipshit brother.”

After spending the day on the beach, we pack up our things, intending to head to Amelia’s bungalow to shower. “We’ll meet you at the restaurant at eight if that’s okay?” she tells my brother as we reach the path that takes us toward her room.

“Let’s make it eight-thirty,” Sullivan insists. “I’m going to take a long soak in the hot tub to get rid of my sore muscles.” He winces as he stretches. “I was a little too ambitious and swam out too far.” I swear the asshole was trying to show off for my girl.

“We’ll see you then,” I growl and lead Amelia away. As I look back, I see him disappear around the corner and lean over to whisper in her ear, “Now we have time for a long shower.” I wiggle my eyebrows. “I’ll wash your back if you wash mine.”

We step into her bungalow, and I kick the door closed. “That’s an offer I can’t refuse.” Amelia slips out of my grasp and pulls her bathing suit cover over her head. “Hurry up, my back is super dirty.” She winks and turns to rush off to the bathroom, pulling off her swimsuit as she goes.

Stumbling behind her, I manage to kick off my sandals and drag my damp swim trunks down my legs without falling on my ass.

By the time I round the corner, she’s bare-ass naked and standing in the large marble walk-in shower with the warm water cascading over her sweet curves. Fuck. I don’t even know where I want to start. My cock instantly turns to stone as I step into the glass enclosure. Dropping to my knees, I spread her silky legs and run my tongue right up the middle of her wet slit.

Her legs tremble when I close my lips around her clit and suck hard. “Sit down and let me fuck your sweet pussy with my tongue.” I don't have to ask her twice. She drops down on the marble bench and spreads her legs wide.

Kneeling at her feet, I kiss and nibble my way up the inside of her silky thigh while she drags her fingers through my wet hair.

I tease her entrance with my tongue until she growls at me, “Stop messing around.”

I nip at her inner thigh then throw myself into devouring her tasty cunt. After she’s come a time or three, I stand up and lift her wet curves against my body. She wraps her legs around my waist and holds on as I press my cock deep into her wet pussy.

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